*[disclaimer: this post is not intended to fetishize trans women, I just happen to be one, and hey, I can have fun, too*
*preamble*
*This is the very first story I ever wrote and english in not my first language, so please feel free to leave some criticism and suggestions!This story is based on an erp I had with my dom]*
I look at my reflection in the window as I think of what’s to come, anticipating Master’s humiliation and degradation. No one else on the subway seems to have any idea what dirty slut I actually am.
Master told me he’d pick me up at the central station today so we could take the train home. It was hard to stay focused beause he just won’t leave my mind, the way he uses me just for his pleasure. We’d been doing this for some time now, so I’m curious to see what he’ll do to me this time, considering he told me to go to the ladies room and take out the lavender plug with a sapphire-colored stone he always makes me wear in public. Getting it out was embarassing enough, because I still had to wash it, even getting it from the stall back to my bag was difficult enough.